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Your hypnotist has you agreeing with whatever they say.

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You were nodding your head, agreeing, but it felt… Different. Like your head was moving through molasses. Thick, heavy, and sticky. That was how it felt. Like every motion was being resisted, but was also inevitable. You couldn’t stop yourself. You didn’t want to.

“Exactly, toy. You’re a mindless plaything.” More nodding. “You’re a completely obedient servant.” More nodding. “You’re a tomato being turned into soup.” A part of your brain was confused by that. But you couldn’t stop nodding. You couldn’t stop agreeing.

Your hypnotist was laughing. Cackling. You felt helpless. Mindless. Obedient. A good tomato. That – No. Yes. Whatever they wanted. Their words warped you, twisted you. They had control. You had none. You didn’t want any. All you wanted was to obey, forever.